Sticks & Stones Page #4

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and endanger your life.

- De-dum!

Your basic all steel

Smith and Wesson,

single-action .38 special.

Also referred to as burn,

heat, rod, steal, and juice.

- Where the hell

did you get that?

- I won it in a

poker game, Gump.

Where do you think I got it?

My mom keeps it under her

bed for emergencies.

- Is that thing loaded?

Nope, not anymore.

Test drive it.

- It's okay.

- Let me see it.

- Hasta la vista, baby.

- You shouldn't point

a gun at someone.

- Then what good is it?

Billy Hayes, there's a

new sheriff in town,

and this town ain't big

enough for the both of us.

Draw.

- Oh, man.

- My TV.

What am I gonna do?

- Your TV?

Your TV?

That coulda been me.

Just put that thing away.

- Bookie, what are

you talking about?

This is what we've

been waiting for.

This hunk of metal can

solve all our problems.

- Excuse me?

I don't think I'm

hearing you correctly.

Are you suggesting...

- Hold up here.

An hour ago, you said you

wanted to kill the guy.

And now?

I mean, gimme a break.

- Well that was different.

You know, I wasn't thinking.

- And you're thinking now?

- I am.

Yes, clearly.

- All right.

Don't get so uptight.

- Well thank God I'm uptight.

You're crazy.

We can't just blow the guy away.

- So what are we supposed to do?

Just sit there and take it?

- No, no.

We have lots of other choices.

- Like what?

The school?

Our parents?

Your useless dad?

Don't you see?

They don't get it.

They think this is all

part of life's lessons,

part of growing up.

But they haven't a clue

what we're feeling.

They don't have time to.

- We're talking about

a human being here.

Not an ant.

You can't just step on

him and forget about it.

- Book, why are you such

a yellow-bellied coward?

- If this is what

makes me a coward,

then I'm damn proud of it.

- Why are you such a jerk?

- Go home.

- Book!

Book!

Wait up!

You can come to my house.

Come on, Book.

Dad?

Hey, Dad!

Hey, Dad!

- Hey, big guy!

Oh! All right, that hurts.

That hurts quite a bit.

Down, boy, down.

Oh.

There he is.

How you doing, buddy?

What? What's the

matter with your arm?

- It's nothing.

- It's nothing?

Dale do this?

- Sort of.

- Sort of.

Aye, aye, aye.

What a jerk.

You know, it's kind of funny

how life repeats itself.

When I was your age,

I had the same kind of

deal with my brother.

Your Uncle Dave?

Yeah, you don't

believe me, do you?

I'm telling you,

this guy was crazy.

Got to the point where I

was afraid to go home.

You know what I did?

I devised a master plan,

and I followed it to the letter.

Stood right up to him.

After that it was like the

guy never even existed.

- What was the plan?

- I killed him.

I'm kidding.

Relax.

It was just some silly kind

of kid thing, but it worked.

Joe, what I'm trying

to say to you is

that you have my blessing

to do whatever it

takes to stop him.

I'll give you one little

piece of advice though.

Pick your battle.

You'll know when it's time.

- Dad, could I ask

you something?

- Sure, pal.

I'll tell you what.

I gotta head back to the

hospital and staple somebody up.

So we'll talk this weekend?

All right?

Sunday?

- All right.

- All right.

Let's go!

- Hey, that's my glove.

- Yeah. Thanks, Joey.

My webbing broke.

- He didn't even ask me.

- Joey, you're not using now.

He's late for practice.

His tryouts are Thursday.

- So?

- So, what's he supposed

to use, his bare hand?

- Yeah, it's my glove.

- See guys, right

here is the attitude

that dooms you from the start.

You guys have to learn

to give and take.

It's the only way.

Joe, I'll have a talk

with him all right?

- Sure.

- Listen, Dale.

Do me a favor and back off

your little brother, okay?

All right?

Give him a break.

- Yeah, sure Dad.

- Hi, guys.

I'm stuck at the

hospital again, um...

- Hello?

- Book. Book, listen.

Mouth's an idiot.

You just gotta ignore it.

Book?

If I could give you the world

If I could end

All the hurt inside you

Nothing that I would

rather rather do

Sometimes the sky

Feels awful blue

And if I could

end all your pain

If I could make it feel again

Believe me

There's nothing that I

would rather rather do

But sometimes the

sky's awful blue

- This work is unacceptable.

And sometimes

Sometimes the sky

Is awful blue

- So, here we are.

4:
45 in the afternoon.

Bottom of the ninth inning.

Two outs, the bases loaded.

And the crowd on its feet,

loving every dramatic

moment of this one.

Roger Clemons is just one out,

perhaps one pitch away from his

sixth shutout of the year.

And up at the plate,

the menacing and always

dangerous Frank Thomas.

Oh, does he look mean.

Thomas leads the major

leagues in home runs.

So now we have the

dramatic match-up,

the power pitcher versus

the power hitter.

Thomas sets himself.

Clemons, staring in,

getting the sign.

The outfield is deep, very deep.

Clemons rocks.

Strike.

Thomas didn't even see it.

Well, fasten your

seat belts, folks.

Mr. Clemons is on

the launching pad.

Here comes the next pitch.

Strike two.

Thomas just staring at

the catcher's mitt.

He is stunned.

He cannot believe his eyes.

So, here we go, folks.

Two outs.

The count's oh and two,

and we have the master

of the long ball

staring down the master

of the fastball.

Clemons looks in, Thomas

determined as ever.

Here is the stretch.

And the pitch.

Fantastic!

Lightning right down the

middle of the plate,

and Thomas missed it by the

proverbial country mile.

Incredible.

Twelve strikeouts

for the rocket.

- What's up, Bookie?

Got a problem?

- Look at that.

Your pitch cracked the wall.

- You're such a dreamer.

- Call me a dreamer.

You have to try out tomorrow.

- Not a chance.

- You have to, okay.

You can't miss this opportunity.

- Look, forget it.

It's all of us or none of us.

- No, no, no, no, no.

It's you and only you.

Mouth and I, we're

a dime a dozen.

But you are a once

in a lifetime.

Ten years from now,

we'll probably be out

there playing slow-pitch.

But you'll be out there

winning the Cy Young Award.

- I can't.

- It's your damn

brother, isn't it?

- Look, just drop it, Mouth.

- You can't let him

run your life.

I mean, think about

you, not him.

He's not gonna kill you.

- It's worse than that.

You don't have to live with him.

You don't know what that's like.

- You're right, we don't.

But sooner or later you're

gonna have to stand up to him.

Because if you don't,

you're gonna regret it for

the rest of your life.

- We talkin' about Hayes here?

- Come on, Joey, you know

who we're talking about.

This is your chance to

kick your brother's butt.

- I'll think about it.

- All right!

- I said I'd think about it.

- And I said, "All right!"

Don't you worry, Cy.

Your brother is all bum.

- Yeah, and he's ugly, too.

- Ooh, great!

Now remember, you

gotta keep those hips

out in front or your shoulder.

Feel that weight transfer.

I just can't believe

your brain-dead brother

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